Jerome and Perry, the tale of a Port-a-cath and a J-tube.

It has been two weeks since Perry got put in and Jerome changed out. I'm just starting to get my energy back and finding my groove with two new men in my life. By men, I mean tubes with boys names. The first week was a write off in terms of me being physically able to do anything. It's not like getting Perry put in was some big surgery or anything, but because of the way my body works it knocked me out. When I was talking with the surgeon beforehand, I made sure he knew that I wanted Perry put up high on my chest. The reason for it is because I didn't want the tube going into my jugular vein to be pulled, and finding comfortable clothes would be easier. When they were doing the procedure, I reminded the team of it again. Sedatives don't really do much for me. So as it stands, Perry is on my boob and the tube going into my jugular vein is always pulled and tight. Wearing push-up bras, v-neck or scooped neck shirts kind of help things. It doesn't help that I use my pectoral muscles for everything that my shoulders should be doing. Having Perry placed where he is, has been taking a lot of getting used to. I'm getting a lot better at not hitting my boob and I had to learn to hug again. The first time I hugged someone with Perry accessed, it hurt like a mofo. The incisions are healing well and the bruising is almost gone. I love the fact that it only takes 1 attempt to get him accessed and it doesn't really hurt. It's so much better than multiple attempts at digging around and blowing out veins. I'm getting 2L of fluids over 3hrs everyday. I refused a pump and have the freedom to be hooked up in my room, the living room and the front porch. The funny thing is I'm taking better care of myself at home than I was getting in the hospital. I'm so thankful that I can do things my way.


Jerome, he's healing well with some funky scaring and I've had no problems with him. Except that I still really hate the type of tube that he his. I cut those white pointy bits off the tube and have found that my skin prefers to hold Jerome in place with Tegaderm rather than paper-tape, and the red plastic attachment is sharp and scratchy. I just really dislike the fact that it's uncomfortable and I can't un-hook this tube and forget about it like I could with the mic-key button. There are bonuses with this tube, one is that I don't need the expensive extension tube for the mic-key button, which does not come with a cap or lid, so I had been putting it in a Ziplock bag. Secondly, I can lay on my stomach comfortably which I couldn't do with the mic-key. However, now that I have Perry I can't really lay on my stomach. Bleh.

Overall, I'm feeling okay if I have my fluids and pretty much everyone who sees me says I'm looking better. I still have dysautonomia spikes but they're less frequent and not as intense. GI wise, if I'm not really using my Jerome or eating I'm okay. I still have the awesome puking abilities. Lentils and quinoa that I had eaten 12 hours prior didn't want to stay down, I even get lentils stuck in my nose as part of the side show. Aren't you glad I told you? I'm refluxing pretty much everything except that plain chips, rice noodles, mangoes and coconut juice are relatively okay. I still eat other things because I need the nutrients, I love food and if I'm going to barf, it's going to be worth it.

I'm still working out a routine and efficient way to work in Perry and everything that comes along with it. After a week of fighting with home-care I finally have a care-plan that works for me. The one they gave me had to be refused and worked out a couple of times. It was well worth it. Living with EDS means a lot of loss and a lot of compromise. One thing I will not compromise is my quality of life.

I still get headaches and migraines everyday but with the fluids, being in low light or darkness, quiet and laying down are helping. I've got the brightness on my laptop turned all the way down which helps a bit, but after a while it gets too bright,things get blurry and I see double. I can get about 3-4 hrs of being upright and out & about before I'm toast.

Meds have been pretty straight forward. I'm barfing a little less with Oxycodone and it's helping with pain reduction by about 50%. I chickened out again on doing a Propranolol trial, the weekend prior was just to nice outside to be wasted on experiencing side-effects, and this past weekend I was feeling gross so I didn't want to punish myself anymore. Since I'm using Perry everyday it means I need to have it flushed with Heparin everyday. We decreased the dosage a bit because I'm a bit of a bleeder to start with and also because of the frequency that I'm using it. That's all going well, I've noticed that little cuts bleed more, and my mouth gets cut and blisters a little more easily than before but nothing crazy.

I've got some pretty insane cabin fever at times, but manage to get Jack-Jack out for an hour's walk everyday. I can finally didgeridoo again which makes me so happy, I was going a little crazy for a while. Otherwise things are getting better as I'm adjusting and wrapping my head around having two tubes. I'm starting to trust more, letting friends help and not worrying about being uppity and energetic when I'm drained. The things I'm having the hardest time with is not being able to work or being active. Those two things were my life, which means I still have a lot of work to do and need to keep trying to find new outlets and passions. When I'm laying around at home during the day I feel lazy, like I should be working and that I need to always be doing something productive. When I start my day with pain-killers or anytime I take them, I feel like someone who needs to be on Intervention. I dislike how I feel when I'm taking them, and wish so much that I didn't need them. Then I realize after not taking the meds that I am always in pain, I am chronically sick and I can't work right now. I guess I'm paranoid that people see me as someone who's taking advantage of the system and getting a free ride. It's not like having one of those "sick days" where some people skip out on work for the day. I would love to be able to work again.

Since most of our bendy posse sees a lot of the same doctors, we often are in the neighbourhood at the same time so we like to try and meet for a bite to eat. Toronto has some excellent food options for any GI or TMJ friendly diet.
Last week a bunch of us met for brunch (which we found out isn't the best idea for some of us) and later on in the week we met for Thai, and had lunch with the most delightful, almost 11yr old zebra. Right now everyone in our bendy posse seems to be holding their own, which is so nice after the insane summer we all had. A bunch of us have big surgeries coming up and I think we're all enjoying the stability and taking it easy. And just for fun, I'm going to leave you with quotes from our bendy sista' Tiffany who had her tonsils finally taken out after 3yrs of doctor fighting. I love that girl.

"I'm a bit cheeky, so I'm wearing a Dr. Pepper shirt that reads, 'Trust me, I'm a doctor' to my surgery ;-P"

"I am working on my relationship with my couch. It's important to spend quality time together."

"Rosanne is getting her own reality show. You know who would make an awesome reality show? Celine Dion. You know you would watch. You'd be ashamed and wouldn't tell anyone, but you'd watch for sure"

"I like my murse... He's taking good care of me." (In reference to her husband)

How do you measure, measure a year....

The adventures our lives can take over the course of a year, never fails to amaze me.

I've been spending a lot of time thinking about how dramatically different my life is now than it was last year.

Just over a year ago, I didn't know anyone with EDS. I lost most of my friends, and had given up almost everything I thought brought me happiness. I got sick with Dysautonomia, was going to get a wheel-chair, needed AFO's and put some serious thought into a G-tube. I had no idea what to do with myself, and pretty much lost all hope for anything good. I didn't trust anyone, felt like a total nuisance and completely alone.

Little did I know my life was going to change, and it was going to be for the better.

I was very lucky to be given the opportunity to go to the EDNF conference in Baltimore. I had no idea what to expect going into it, but figured I had nothing to lose. Those four days changed my life. It was then I realized that even if I didn't fit in with the rest of the world, there was a whole other community that I belonged to. A community with some of the most incredible people I know. A community that is pro-active, ridiculously supportive and a community of people who will never walk away. We have all walked that lonely road, and don't wish it on anyone. Bendy friends are vital to survival. I think if we didn't have each other our lives would plain horrible.

A year ago, I was just getting a wheel-chair and completely hated the idea of it. It was one more thing to add to the ever growing pile of braces and equipment. It was a reminder that I could no longer do the simple things most people take for granted. I hated everything about it. After talking to one of my best bendy friends about it, I realized that I had a choice. I could look at all my extra luggage and see it as something that is holding me down, or I could look at it as something that I can use with pride. I still hate the fact that I'm needing adaptive goodness, and I still sometimes have trouble accepting it all. There's no way someone can go through this and be excited about it every step of the way. Once I got over my pity for one, I committed to seeing it all differently. Using adaptive goodness essentially lets us participate in life. It lets us do more, conserves our energy and helps with pain, it's exactly what we need. We can use it as a canvas to express ourselves and send a message. It is something we can make our own, and wear with pride. Instead of being reclusive and passive, we are doing and being. Having adaptive goodness doesn't define us, but how we wear it does. We can do the walk of shame (in our cases probably hobble) or we can show the world that just because we're stuck in a body that's falling apart, it doesn't mean we can't truly live. This year, I'm really excited about getting some custom wheels. I know it will do a lot of good things for me, and I'm most definitely not the "poor girl in the wheel-chair".

A year ago, I was freaking out about all the things that I couldn't do anymore. One of the items on that very long list was work. I had been working 2 jobs at a time for years and loving them. I quickly started losing the energy to volunteer or take on the odd care-taking gig. Eventually I had to stop working completely and start relying on everyone else. That was a giant slice of humble pie, let me tell you that. Just recently, I have un-learned equating gainful employment with self-worth. I have learned that there is no clear definition for contribution, and the ones that aren't fiscal are the ones that make us all a better person. If we give back and do what we can, there is more self worth in those acts than a giant pay-cheque.

A year ago, I didn't think I'd ever be able to even adopt and raise my kids because of the whole EDS mess. Once again the universe gave me what I needed at just the right time. At last year's conference, I met a handful of bendy friends who've adopted their kiddos. I've always wanted to be a mum through adoption, and I was so terrified of that being taken away from me as well. I know I won't be able to do things like back-pack through Cambodia or paddle with them, but it doesn't mean they'll never have the opportunity. Now I am hopeful that being a mum is something that can happen, I'll just have to find more ways to adapt. Oh, and someone who's crazy enough to help me raise them.

A year ago I logged an insane amount of hours at appointments, in the ER and getting tests. Life with Dysautonomia began and I finally understood what being chronically sick really meant. Doctors and specialists that I originally had, started to turn me away because they didn't understand it, or thought I was beyond what they could offer. I've never fought with so many doctors in my life. Outside of all those appointments, I spent most of my days in bed. On the days when my symptoms were down to a dull roar, I could drag myself to work and barely managed to do things like grocery shopping. If I made it out of bed and was able to leave the house for 5 minutes, it was considered a good day. I resigned myself to life being that way forever and began to lose interest in everything. After months and months of trouble shooting, ER runs and hospital admissions we finally figured out exactly what my body needs. I began to start feeling better and being able to really live again. I can now say that it's totally possible to come back from a Dysautonomia crash, and riding it out is worth it.

A year ago, I had a pretty incredible 5 year plan, and was bound and determined to make it happen on my own terms despite being sick. EDS and Dysautonomia had other things in mind and wreaked complete havoc on my body. Those plans are still on hold, but now I'm really starting to see why...I needed to accept that I was disabled and sick so I could redefine my new life. I needed to grieve my old life, let it go, and start over again.

A year ago, my family didn't understand EDS and the concept of me being sick. I had a really hard time being around them, it felt so awkward and uncomfortable. I was getting looks and statements of pity, told that I didn't have EDS and was being lazy. I was told to be glad that I was born with it, instead of it just happening. My favourite one was that I had thrown away my money using natural medicine and that doctors were always right. The absolute worst was the constant comparisons between my twin and I. It never ended. To this day, there are still questions about why I "suffer more" but the answer will never change. I think the really big turning point was when the constant trips to the ER started happening, when I got a wheelchair, AFO's, Jerome and I finally gathered the courage to introduce them to this blog. I have learned to speak up when someone says something out of line, or still tries to "help" me when I have clearly expressed that if I need it, I will ask. The one thing that still drives me absolutely insane is that they can't step back to let me do things for myself. There is always insistence that I can't do something because I'll hurt myself, leaving them feeling guilty. News flash!!!! I hurt myself sleeping, injuries can't be avoided. Get over it. I know they have the best intent for me, but what they think is best and what's really best are sometimes two completely different things. Showing them that I'm okay, and that I have my bases covered all the time is what seems to have made the difference. Being banned from the hospital when I'm inpatient probably has something to do with it too. There's no way I could ever put up with it, so they get one phone call a day until they learn to chill out.

A year ago, I didn't think it would be possible to make new friends who would be accepting of me and my EDS. Forget about any relationships, I was certain that no one would be interested in a girl who was sick. I know EDS doesn't define who I am, but I won't deny that it plays a role in absolutely every decision and action I make. I was most terrified that if I made new friends, they'd walk away like almost everyone else, because having a sick friend was to much to handle. I am so glad to say that I was completely wrong. I've made a bunch of really good friends. Friends who haven't walked away despite all the EDS induced craziness. They understand it as much as anyone can, and are always going out of their way to make my life easier. There is no judgment, criticism of how I'm choosing to live, or hard feelings when I have to cancel plans. The best part is that for the first time in my life, I feel like I truly belong. I am with the right people. I have learned to trust again albeit very slowly, understand that people want to help me, and that it's not out of obligation. I've learned that there are guys out there who will see me for me, and all the EDS stuff is a minor detail. It still blows my mind, but that's for another post. The friends in my life now only dish out love, kindness, compassion, respect, honesty, humor and positive thoughts.

As I reflect on my past year and the gong show that it was, I wouldn't change anything about it. This road has most definitely not been easy or fun, but it has been filled with the lessons in life that I desperately needed to learn. When something goes "wrong", I've realized that it's actually going right and there's a reason for it. The most important lesson I've learned is to trust my instincts and not to worry about what the rest of the world is doing. My life appears to be in shambles and despite that, I am happier now than I have ever been. Take that negativity!!

"You have brains in your head.You have feet in your shoes.You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.You're on your own.You know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go."

(Dr.Seuss)

It's a EDS Zebra Sleep-Over Party!

Once upon a time, princesses from the Ontario EDS posse got together for a sleep-over party. It was their girls night in, since going to the ball was not something they could do anymore. That's okay, because princesses can party like it's nobody's business in their own EDSy way.

Our wonderful hostess princess Chuckles decorated the ballroom with flowers, balloons, a whole bunch of disco-balls and accessories for everyone. It was also the night of the supposed "rapture", so the princesses wanted to make sure their fate was sealed.

She also made grab-bags filled with the perfect items for a zebra princesses spa.


The princesses were served the most delectable gluten-free cupcakes, they all had at least three.


Candy was also on the menu, commonly known as princess fuel.


There was talk of bacon flavored cupcakes and lip-gloss, all essential in a princesses day.



In a few weeks, these princesses will be going to Nakki's orthotist for a consult and casting to get some glass-slippers for Chuckles. Everyone else in the kingdom calls them AFO's. They aware that princess Nakki knows her stuff and won't take any crap. Hopefully, it will make finding those slippers much easier for princess Chuckles. Otherwise, they're going to have to deal with the wrath of princess Nakki and it's not pretty !!!


In the land of Baltimore last summer, the princesses were introduced to the Apples to Apples game. It was very popular among the other zebra royalty.


Guess which princess came out of nowhere and beat everyone. She's really a ninja in disguise.

Tiara's are a MUST at royal balls such as these.


The term "night out" is used loosely among these princesses. A night out to us, is a night out of bed and somewhere else besides the couch. (Read the label on the bottle)


Being a princess is hard, it takes some major dedication and team work to polish off all of those Jello-shots, there were a ton.


Princess Nakki met Princess Smiles last year after they both had appointments at the royal hospital. These princesses don't need much of anything in order to be comfortable, just a floor. They have laid down pretty much everywhere, including the time they went to see the Dalai Lama. When they were in the land of Baltimore for the EDNF conference, the princesses we so excited to see lots of other bendy friends laying on the floor. Cause' that's how we roll!


Bendy princesses firmly believe that hysterical laughter can fix anything, or at least make pain more manageable.

Then it was time to play a game called: Is This Normal?!
Princesses Nakki and Chuckles are definitely royalty as their feet were starting to turn a nice shade of purple. Blood pooling is awesome!!


Some of us lived off of cupcakes the entire time. This princess couldn't get enough of the strawberry icing, and thought it would be even better with bacon.


She wanted to fill the cupcake bling with bacon grease so it could be lip-gloss.


No longer a princess, but instead the Queen of Bacon!!

I constantly asked how I manage to stay positive and laugh at pretty much everything, when stuck in a body that is falling apart. Bendy friends are instrumental in keeping each other from going insane and giving up hope. There are always bendy friends to talk to at stupid o'clock in the morning because none of us really sleep. Going to bendy posse events, has got to be one of the best things we can do for ourselves. We don't have to try to pretend everything is sunshine and lollipops,we don't have to shield people from some of the really ugly stuff EDS can do, and we don't have to stand or sit in a chair. Being with bendy friends is the one time where we feel completely understood and are accepted as a whole package without any judgment,comments or criticism of how we're choosing to live. Bendy friends need each other because otherwise, we'd be totally lost and very grumpy. Not to mention being in the hospital a lot more. We essentially rely on each other to get info and advise so we can advocate, when nobody else knows what to do with us.

I think everyone in the Ontario bendy posse would want the same for other bendy's out there. Please go out and start your own bendy posse and get together regularly. Having support like this is priceless. It's like the conferences but smaller, a lot less overwhelming and more fun. Alcohol is also much more affordable, since it doesn't need to be purchased from the posh bar at the hotel. I don't think the posh bar serves Jello-shots either...

If this post doesn't make sense right now, it's because dysautonomia wanted in on the party and I'm super brian-foggy.

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual and call it love."
(Dr. Seuss)

The simple things are really the finer things

Well, I'm still feeling really gross but I'm also finding lots of enjoyment during these really long days. Sounds contradictory doesn't it ?

Guess what? It's not. Here's why:

I've found that getting sick as given me lots of opportunities to learn to enjoy the simple things in life. Like, bare-bones simple sometimes. I've always been someone who enjoyed those simple things, but only in small quantities. I would get bored, antsy then I'd feel powerless. In hindsight, I know exactly why that would happen. It was because I had to face some really hard things and eventually work through them. When I really started to regress over the last couple of years, I had to stop everything I loved. I was someone who was always on the move, and the faster I was going, the better. I didn't have time to be still and quiet, nor did I have any interest in it. To me it was like torture. As my symptoms got crazier, I eventually had no choice but to learn to be still and quiet.

That time was also the peak of the depression fun that we all find ourselves in when we realize that this is it. Life will always be this way. If we were lucky, there might be a few things that we could do again with lots of adaptation and most importantly caution. Our lives would be filled with countless evaluations throughout the day, for us to determine the impact of our every move and the consequences that would follow.

With a lot of work and perseverance, I finally learned how to be still and quiet. I distinctly remember the first time I actually chilled out. I was camping with the guys, after what had been a really bad past couple of months. It was a beautiful, quiet afternoon in the middle of no-where and I went to lay on a rock just beside the lake. I made a conscious effort to focus on breathing and relaxing. After about ten minutes I realized that I was chilling out!!! Then I yelled to the guys that were doing their own thing, "Hey guys, I just chilled out!!". I can't say I was relaxed after that, because holy crap...I chilled out. From then on, I knew it was possible and I wanted more.

Now a few years later, and with a lot of practice I can be still and quiet almost anytime. For me, habitually taking my mind off of life and EDS for little chunks of time each day has allowed me to retain the little sanity I have left. Maybe I wouldn't say retain, because as life gets crazier I'm more at relaxed and at peace than ever before. So we'll say I'm taking back my sanity and perfecting it. It's also the one thing that helps with pain control when nothing else does. On those days when everything hurts so much that I find myself on the floor, I turn off my brain and focus on breathing. Nothing else. It allows me to get from one moment to the next and to be completely relaxed so I can ride the whole thing out. I could be yelling at the top of my lungs about pain, but for me it's counter-productive. Yelling makes for more muscle tightness, it's loud and makes me,and anyone else around panic. No thanks...

Anyway, this whole being quiet thing has given me so many opportunities to experience the world in a different way. After perfecting this skill over the last year of being sick in bed, I am finally putting it into real practice. I can now experience things simply, and there's nothing like it.

I've been reading my books for school in a hammock in the sun. I'm surrounded by flowers that smell wonderful, and lots of greenery. I've been laying on the grass, looking up at the sky thinking about nothing, sweet nothing. On windy days I'll go for walks and spread my arms out so I can feel the wind on my whole body. Sometimes after work I'll walk down to the beach and hang out there for a while. I'll play in the sand, wade in the water and soak up the sun. Tonight it started raining and no, I didn't go inside. Instead, I took off my sandals and AFOs' and got to re-experience the feeling of wet leaves and grass under my feet. Then I went back to the hammock and just lay in the rain. When I'm outside doing anything, that's when I truly feel grounded and connected. Most of the time the thoughts of EDS and what it's doing to me, melt away and I get some much needed respite.

Since feeling a lot better (not right now, but on the whole), I've been able to participate in life again. I've been able to make plans and keep them for the most part. It doesn't mean that I'm doing anything crazy, but I'm really enjoying the time with my friends doing nothing in particular. Just hanging out, and enjoying each others company. Now that it's been getting warmer, we've been spending more time outside and it's been awesome. Everyone always asks what I've been up to or busy with.Other than paperwork and EDS fun stuff, I just been enjoying life. Most importantly the simple things,that are really the finer things in life, and that's what makes me happy.

This week two of our bendy's friends have gone to meet their maker. Zak and Kim won't ever get to enjoy the simple things anymore. They left this earth to soon, and none of us know when it will be our time (whatever you believe in).If you're not already doing it, make it a habit to find the simple and fine things in life, and enjoy them. It might take a lot of practice, but it's totally worth it. If I can weather the storms that life unleashes, so can anyone. You may also develop a bit of an "I don't care" attitude, and that's awesome. Because at the end of the day, does it really matter if we broke a glass, or ran out of peanut-butter or forgot to take out the garbage? Probably not... Tomorrow is a new day, and it's never a day to be wasted.



I found a backpack that is perfect for the Joey-pump, and so much better than the one that is made for the pump. It's also about $60 cheaper, and looks far more cool. I'm a bit of a MEC whore, they always have what I'm looking for and it lasts forever. http://www.mec.ca/Products/product_detail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524442635436&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374302889522


And..............I found some sandals to cover my AFO's. From May until mid-September the man shoes are gone. It only took 3 attempts to find these and I love the fact that they're orange.


Some of our bendy posse got together. It was a beautiful sunny day, where we spent it mostly outside. First we stopped for lunch where we started with some drinks. Jerome had vodka shot, and an audience. I guess people aren't used to seeing a girl do shots through a feeding tube. They wanted me to do it again, because they thought the whole thing was hilarious, so I happily complied. Insta-drunk again, don't mind if I do.


Then we stopped for some desserts in the sun.



Later we went on our way for more food. We stuffed ourselves silly and had a fantastic time.


This is where I'm spending a lot of my time. I don't know how I ever lived without a hammock. Jerome was being fed with gravity, I just clipped the fluids bag on the top of the hammock and kicked it old school. Nothing better than fluids, brain-food and being outside. Yes, PenAgain makes hi-lighters.

This is what I see when I look up, no boring ceiling to stare at.


Nothing better than unwinding at the beach after work.


Happiest feet on the face of the planet.


Last year's birthday was spent in bed with a subluxed neck and the beginning of life with dysautonomia. It was also supposed to be my last day at the job I loved thanks to EDS. I missed both, but luckily this year I got a re-do! A b-day celebration with some of my work friends at an Ethiopian restaurant. I'm a lucky girl.

"Celebrate we will, because life is short but sweet for certain"
(Dave Matthews)

It's all good. New J-tube, adaptive goodness and testing theories.

* This post contains some potentially gross looking pictures of feeding tube stuff, don't tell me I never warned you*

It's not any news that life has been on the verge of insanity. Wait, that's pretty normal around here.

I guess I'll start with the introduction of Jerome 2.0

Yup, it's a Mic-Key button and I love it.
Getting it put in was a bit of an ordeal and expensive, but totally worth it. I got it done under sedation and a ton of locals. The tube didn't go in easy, it involved a lot of poking, digging and expanding. It also hurt. A lot.


For the most part, the swelling has gone down, it's stopped bleeding and far less sore. Balloon stomach wasn't so much fun.

I can sit up and stand straight now, but can't bend enough to put my back and SI joint where it belongs. Laughing, coughing, didgeridooing all still hurt and laying on my stomach is dodgy. Soon this will all be a thing of the past and Jerome 2.0 will be fantastic. I've been rocking the natural and Chinese medicine for this, and it all seems to be going well. My most current issue, is that my skin doesn't seem to like having the button too much.
I think it's a matter of compression from the swelling, irritation because the button is right on my skin and we can't forget about tape-rash. For now, I cover Jerome with Tegaderm while I'm in the shower to keep it dry. The button is bigger in diameter than the tube so the stoma had to be expanded. That was a blast! Wow, it looks like I've got a baby in there too. Yeah, no chance of that happening with this girl.

I love home-care. When I got out of the hospital, I was officially declared permanently disabled needing on-going care. There's a nurse that comes, asks me what I need and then a couple days later I get a box of supplies. It's a pretty sweet deal. Today's box included the Tegaderm patches I asked for, so I could cover up Jerome. I got them alright, they're the size of my head! My independence sometimes baffles a lot of people in the medical profession. I think having patients who take initiative and use other methods of healing freak them out a bit.

While we're on the subject of the tube, I had other interesting happenings going on just before I got Jerome 2.0 put in. Whatever was draining out of the stoma was irritating my skin. It was making it itch, crack and blister. Otherwise, everything else felt fine. I chalked up this theory that it was a PH issue in my stomach. Normally, or rather I used to be on an high-alkaline diet to control the reflux. When I had the pneumonia thing going on, I was hooked up to my pump pretty much all the time, with the exception of a few hours during the night. That meant, I wasn't getting anything alkaline in to help neutralize all the acid that likes to live in my stomach. My tube goes through my stomach to my jejunum, so whatever is brewing in there was I guess burning my skin. I decided to cut out anything acid forming and push the alkalines to see what would happen.

My theory was right!! Lemon water is my best friend. I can't taste the electrolytes I mix in, and the lemons which are an acid, turn to an alkaline when they get digested in your stomach. They help to break down food and absorb nutrients. It also tastes delicious, what more could anyone want?

Part of my package that involves home-care includes giving me access to other services I need. So now I've got some fantastic Occupational Therapists. I'm their first patient with EDS, like everyone else and they've been nothing but awesome about the whole thing. Every time I come out of an appointment with them I'm still baffled. It's the good kind though. In my last post, I wrote about the CMC/wrist splint we made. I love that thing, I can use my hands again without hurting myself.
I took a Sharpie marker to it because braces shouldn't be plain....ever. The writing is derived from a Japanese proverb that says "Fall seven times, stand up eight." Yesterday I checked to make sure I had written it correctly. Boy, was I glad to know that I didn't insult an entire culture or make an ass of myself.

I also got a few ring splints. At the conference this summer, I got to try on different kinds and was amazed that such things existed. I could use my fingers, and they wouldn't bend backwards... I'm still not sure exactly what I want yet and don't want to make any hasty decisions about them before I apply for the funding, the silver ones are insanely expensive.

This is what happens when I push on anything with my fingers. I think it grosses people out on the elevators when I'm pushing the buttons, hahaha.

Check that out!! Look how straight they are! It took a few days to get used to having fingers that didn't bend so much, but having more use of them is priceless.

Last week we made some adaptive awesomeness for my syringes. The surface area is small, and requires a lot of fine-motor skills. I don't have that anymore, and with bendable fingers it's a recipe for disaster sometimes. When you've got a syringe full or greens mix waiting to go in a tube and you're fingers slip, greens mix ends up every else but in the tube...When you sublux your fingers at the same time, it's a party!!

The pieces are easy to take on and off the syringes and make it so much easier to use.

Ta Da!!

Cool eh?! I'll have to get pictures of it in action, so you can get the whole idea.


When everything seems impossible and I want to surrender myself to EDS, I realize that I'm surrounded by truly incredible people who give me that extra push when I need it, in their own little way. They put wind back in my sails, so I can continue on with my own adventure and live my best possible life. I am continually blown away and so thankful for it all.

"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."

(Harriet Tubman)

Doule-Sick burger with a side of fries

This post doesn't have any specific direction, so I hope you can tolerate my nonsense. Here we go...

Since my last post I have been awesome enough to choke and aspirate on something. I don't know exactly what it was (other than food) because I choke on everything. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I had some kind of pneumonia starting up. I got the usual symptoms and as an added bonus: dysautonomia wanted in on the fun too. That meant, I spent 1.5 weeks walking the line between being able to kick it myself, and ending up in the hospital. I had been hooked up to my Joey-pump for the usual amount of time, but my body was in major over-response mode, and the usual 9hrs wasn't enough. I ended up needing to be hooked up for about 21 hours at a time. I hate the sound of anything mechanical,electronic or white noise when I'm sleeping. I can deal with anything else though. The Joey-pump was annoying to say the least. Never mind needing to get up and use the washroom, re-fill the fluids concoction every couple of hours and wake up to the occasional alarm. It was everything I wanted to avoid when I originally got the pump. yay. I tried to avoid it, but there was no way that was happening, because I'd wake up feeling like a complete zombie. Then, it would take me forever to get the energy to actually get myself hooked up and sorted out.

This was my first time being sick (with something that wasn't dysautonomia) since getting sick, so I had no idea what I was in for. I got pretty nervous in the beginning because I had been feeling good before and was getting what I though was enough fluids. After checking it out with my bendy friends on Facebook, I realized that this over-response stuff was normal. Getting even more sick will make dysautonomia go crazy...Strangely enough, a lot of us have been slammed lately. It all seems to happen at the same time, it's got be the moon but more likely the season change. I've been able to stay away from the ER and have avoided antibiotics. I had resisted it because just before that, I was on them for infected Jerome. I also kicked this aspiration/pneumonia thing last time without anything so I wanted to try it again. So far, so good...As much as this has sucked, I know that I can feel good again. I just have to listen to my body and ride this thing out. It's happening, just slowly...



Thankfully I've had this stuff, and some treatments to help me along (or do most of the work).
Dear: ER, I've avoided you again...buhahahaha!


I sometimes do stupid things when I'm brain-foggy... Things like this:
Can't a girl just have some tomato soup?! Epic Fail!!!


This week I also got some splints for my hands and wrists :)
I'm so excited at the thought of being able to put my hands in my pockets without subluxing them, or using my fingers without them doing nothing but bend.
I had to take a Sharpie marker to them, there's no way I can wear plain splints and braces. I put on the words that keep me going. It's derived from a Japanese proverb that says " Fall seven times, stand up eight."

Being sick again has given me a lot of time to process. I've needed to do it, and have been avoiding it like the plague. I haven't really thought a lot about my last year, maybe it's because everything has happened so fast, there hasn't been time to think. Now it's all hitting me like a ton of bricks and I'm trying to face it, but it's not fun. In the last year, I've lost my jobs from being sick and too bendable. I've ended up with AFO's, a wheel-chair, a feeding-tube, a pump and splints. I've spent the last 10 months mostly in bed and have had to face a lot of really scary things. Most of which, I don't ever talk about. I've lost friends who don't understand how bad EDS and dysautonomia can be, or who can't deal with me being this way. I get looks of pity or sadness, which drives me crazy. I don't think when I get looked at that way, the person doing it realizes how much that shit hurts, and it's the last thing someone in my shoes needs. None of that stuff does much good for building trust either.

I've pretty much lost everything that I loved and lived for. Nothing is simple anymore, I can't do anything without thinking about the consequences my body will dish out. I have to prepare for it all. My entire life has been consumed by this, and it's not a choice.

I do have the choice to make something of it though. That's where I'm trying to focus all of my energy. I've had to remove and protect myself from the things that bring me down, and really evaluate how I want to live. I have learned to accept that I will always have EDS and will always be sick. Nobody else is stuck in this body, or can fully understand the gravity of what it's like unless they're bendy, or I've trusted them enough to tell them. Even though I've lost pretty much everything, I'm happier now that I have ever been. I've learned what I need and don't need in life, and found my niche. I also found out for myself, where I fit within the grand scheme of things. This ride has been the furthest thing from easy, at times seemed impossible. The universe has always come through with truly incredible things. No matter how small or insignificant they may seem to everyone else, they are what keeps me going.

I am finally at peace, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain-cells."
(Dr.Seuss)

It's okay to be okay

This post has come from having old wounds opened, and new ones added to the collection. My stay at the hospital was a nightmare, and yes I will eventually be opening up a can of proverbial whoop-ass. For now, in hopes of being able to get this off my chest and maybe some sleep, I will present you with this.

It seems as though Western medicine has started to catch on to the idea of treating the whole person, and trying to include mental and emotional health into their scope of practice. I think it's a huge step in the right direction, and hopefully it will help change the way patients are treated.

While it is no secret that I have gone the route of natural medicine, and think it's the greatest thing I have done for myself, it may not be so known as to why I made the choice. 13 years ago when I started on the long road of EDS, it began with a dislocating shoulder and all over joint pain. I was referred to two surgeons, put on pain medications and told that it was no big deal. Over the years as more joints started to dislocate, pain become less manageable I ended up seeing more and more doctors. I was told that there was nothing that could be done, that I was making it all up, looking for attention, doing it to myself, blowing it out of proportion, and that I just had to learn to live with it. Nobody could explain why all the treatments I tried were failing, other than that I was sabotaging them and wasting people's time. Awesome, just what I needed.

This lead to my eventual miss-trust in pretty much everyone who practiced Western medicine, and depression. I was thrown on a few different low-grade anti-depressants and I got some anxiety meds for emergencies. The girl who was once happy-go-lucky had turned into a ghost walking around in a shell. If I could use one word to describe that time in life, it would be: numb. As a defense mechanism, I learned to turn off every emotion and not attach myself to anything. Doing that would mean I wouldn't loose anything. If I didn't feel joy, then I wouldn't need to feel sorrow. If I didn't feel optimistic, then I wouldn't feel let down either. I thought for me, that it worked. I could walk through life in a fog, not feeling anything, and eventually things would get sorted. I just needed to wait it out. I was so wrong.

It took a while, and some very honest friends telling me that no, I wasn't okay and I to make some changes. The first thing I did was find a naturalpath. My consult was 1.5 hours, we covered EVERYTHING and the thought of that baffled me. Why hadn't this been done long ago, when the whole EDS mess started? And, why was she the first person who really listened to me? I left her office feeling optimistic, and far less numb. That day, I decided to scrap Western medicine and put a bit of faith into something else. Over the years, holistic medicine has also helped me learn to think differently, which lead me to living differently.

So we'll go back a little bit to where I started. The reason I'm bringing this up, is that all of the doctors and most of the nursing staff at the hospital asked me about how I manage to keep positive. How could I be excited to get a gj-tube put in? Surely, it's not possible for me to be okay with all that's happened. Haha, if they only knew some of it. I had a neurologist consult this week to get the suspected dysautonomia sorted. He kept asking about what life was like before EDS got bad, and how I've handled it over the years. This meant that wounds that just healed, got opened. My psychologist thinks that I have trauma issues, as a result of dealing with all the negativity thrown my way from doctors over the years, and needing to fight for everything.

I won't lie, loosing the ability to do everything you live for is hard. Going to sleep and waking up in pain everyday is hard. Giving up some amazing opportunities, and even girls nights is hard. Feeling like you've been left with nothing is hard. Gaining things that will make life "easier" is hard. I don't think anyone as a child envisioned braces, wheel-chairs, endless doctors appointments and extra tubes sticking out of their bodies when they grew up. Yet, here we are, with varying degrees of disability and regression; with lives that somehow need living. I will be the first to say that going through the grief process, with a condition like this never really ends. It comes in waves, depending on what life throws at us. In the last year I've managed to get over the anger part, and am pretty much through the sadness bit I think. I have my days when I'm so tired of fighting all the time, just to be able to live. I pay insane amounts of money for treatments (which I love and think are totally worth it) to be able to work, have less pain, and possibly slow things down. Those are the days where I stop caring about everything and completely shut down. I isolate myself and just process, it's what I need to do.

Being okay takes a lot of work in being really creative, resourceful, brave,stubborn,patient and having confidence that all will get figured it out. I find ways to make whatever has been thrown at me, work. I've learned not to have any expectations, but to go along for the ride and enjoy it as much as possible. It can mean jumping in with both feet, or taking a step back to think about if something feels right. That's the other thing that has really helped. If it doesn't feel right, then I won't do it but, I will fight for what feels right for me and so should everyone else. It means slowing down, and not taking anything for granted. As a rule for myself, I have to find at least three good things about my day before I go to sleep. There are always good things in each day, no matter how bad the day was. For me, it also means having faith that the universe has my back and that I'll always somehow make it through to the other side even if I have no clue what's in store. Who does anyway?

I have lost pretty much everything, but have gained in so many other ways, that I wouldn't trade my experiences for the world. Those are the things that help shape and push us to go further than we ever could imagine. Sure, the journey is hard and at times just plain horrible, but we can always look back with pride at what we overcame and accomplished. For those of us who are young and were once ready to take on the world, being thrown into the land of EDS has probably knocked our entire lives off kilter. We were forced to grow up and mature quickly. A lot of us facing, or coming to terms with our own mortality. When that happens, everything seems to take on a new definition, with a deeper meaning. We measure life in the little things that make life wonderful, rather than what is quantifiable.

I came to realize, that these are the same lessons that takes almost everyone a lifetime to learn. In a way, I'm glad to have learned these things now, so I can live life to the fullest and not sweat the small stuff. It has essentially saved me a lot of unnecessary pain, wasted time and sweating the over petty things.

Living with something like we do, is far from the norm of most people. When they learn about how we live, with the insane amount of complexities; it's not how they picture living life. It's not what they want for life, and it may just be a bit scary. Think of how it was for us being freshly diagnosed or just starting on this road. I'm sure I wasn't the only one scared shit-less. If someone hasn't even been able to experience the symptoms (although I'm jealous), having to see what EDS can do isn't pretty. Knowing there's nothing that can be done to make this beast of a condition go away, and not having a clue how to help is probably intimidating, even if you're not living it. Maybe the best thing they can think of to help us is to see if we're okay, because it is something, and it's something they can do for us, when everything else is beyond anyone's control. Sometimes, that is the best gift we can get. It doesn't happen often that someone is willing to check in with us mentally and emotionally. Because so much of it is physical, it takes a lot of work to be able to move past that, and get into the the one of the most important aspects in living with the monster we call EDS. (Please correct me if I'm wrong)

This is the little revelation I had over the weekend. I started this post earlier in the week, rather annoyed that I felt it wasn't okay to be okay. Now, I may see why someone may wonder if we're okay and if we are, how the hell we managed.

Some of us are further along this road than others. Some of us are in the thick of it and can't quite see the little spec of light at the end of the tunnel. Some of us have just come out on the other side and are ready to live, laugh, love and fight for what is right for us. Regardless, if we face the things that are haunting us, and don't back down, in time we'll be okay.

I guess all we can say is that, it's okay to be okay and it's awesome. It just takes a lot of work.

"I've got a lot of lemons and am trying to make lemonade. Now, if I could only find the vodka!"
(Tiffany, a fellow bendy friend)

When family can start seeing a chronic condition for what it is, and the person beneath it all

This weekend was Thanksgiving way up here in Canada,eh!
I spent it at my awesome grandma's house with some of my immediate and extended family. I had a good time, but am glad to have things back to normal.

Usually spending time with family has meant overwhelming stress and anxiety. The idea of having everyone take notice and let me know how much worse they think I've gotten is always a blast. The looks of pity when I walk, lay on the floor, have a new brace, or pretty much anything else, isn't fun knowing they're directed at me. I hate having to answer "yeah, I can't do that anymore" to a lot of questions about what would have been a normal part of life, six months ago. I'm glad the visits to the ER didn't come up, and I was able to pretty much avoid the gj-tube conversation. That would have been the last thing I needed...I can just picture the conversation now "I'm getting a feeding tube put in my stomach because eating is a pretty big problem now". This time though, something felt different. Very different, and I liked it.

There was no pity, staring, questioning and insistence that I needed help when I didn't. After the last year of trying to get my family to understand EDS in all of it's glory, but with a positive outlook, I think they are starting to see it like it is. Or, at least like it is for me. It has taken a lot of e-mails filled with information, resources and many phone calls. My family is pretty tight-knit and we keep in touch pretty well. I've always been open and honest about the whole EDS thing, more than willing to answer any questions, and there have been a lot. I guess it's not everyday your niece or daughter ends up having some crazy-rare-genetic-condition. One of the hardest things for me to deal with was the constant comparisons between my twin sister and I. Nobody really understood why our bodies were so different (mine falling apart more than hers) yet genetically we are the same. I know there's been speculation about why it's just me "suffering" and that I might be looking for attention and whatever else. Yeah, furthest thing from the truth. My sister and I live life very differently, and it also means we deal with life differently. Yes, she also has EDS, and yes, she has a lot of the same symptoms and pain issues. No, she's not as open about it as I am, and our symptoms are different as well. This comes from lifestyle differences, and the fact that we've had our own lives for the last 9 years. Oh yeah, minor detail; there are very small genetic variances even with identical twins which mean huge differences to the outside world. A good example of this, would be with a set of identical twins who have different sexual orientations. The nature vs. nurture argument can easily be blown out of the water, the same goes with the EDS thing. Just because we're identical, it doesn't mean that EDS is going to present exactly the same with us. When I was at the conference I met a few people who are twins, and they've experienced the same thing in regards to differences in symptoms. That was so nice to know...I wasn't crazy it was happening to other people who had another half as well. I've always been sure to let everyone know that I don't do pity, I'm independent and it will not change. They are starting to understand that there's not really anything they can do to make symptoms better and that it's a completely different way of life. They know that I'll ask for help when I need it, and that making a big deal out of an ER visit isn't constructive for anyone. What I think it's coming down to is, something along the lines of acceptance, that although my body is broken and falling apart, I am not.

I feel like they are starting to see me for me again, and not the EDS as much. I hope they see the girl who instead of falling apart and giving up, is the girl who despite all the crap, is always finding a way to make something work. We'll take today for example, I was peeling potatoes. My hands are very bendy, which makes everything difficult. I used a peeler that was great for my grip it was nice and wide, but the handle included a little lemon zester. That meant the handle was a bit "sharp" if you have EDS. I quickly found a way to remedy that problem. Next came the task of getting out all the little nobs and little bits. Any normal person would use a paring knife. The idea of holding a wet, slippery potato in one hand and a knife in the other didn't sit too well with me. I had visions of cutting myself a million times to complete a simple task. I ended up using a little melon-baller and it worked perfectly. Both times I had someone say that they could do it, and not to worry about it. I'm glad it gave them opportunities to see how instead of giving up, or not even trying anything won't yield any success. But trying something new, might just work.

My parents are also learning that freaking out about this whole EDS thing, is a complete waste of energy and doesn't get anybody anywhere. They know that there are things I leave out, and that I down-play a lot, but if I'm not loosing it, then they shouldn't either. Hopefully, they see all of this regression is also producing a lot of other opportunities, and that life is super-unpredictable. So we need to ride out the crappy bits, and enjoy the finer things whenever possible. We've had the "I might need to move home if I get worse" conversation, but we've also had the "I'm not tied down to anything anymore, so I'm going to do what I want until I can't" conversation. I know they're crapping themselves over my plan "C", but they know that I'm happy with my plan and can't wait to make it happen. Between both discussions I think we've come to an agreement that with me, living life predictably is over-rated and making long-term plans is a waste of time. So, we deal with life as it comes, and live from one moment to the next. I wouldn't have it any other way.

P.S. My awesome friend Julie (my bendy friend's wife) made this video. Her timing couldn't have been more perfect. You may want to pass it on to your family and friends.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eINj83djQU

"Life just is. You have to flow with it. Give yourself to the moment, let it happen."